Angelina's face was not right. After she answered the phone in the corridor, she became distracted. She stood alone by the window and hesitated for a long time before dialing another number.

The phone rang twice, and the opposite side was connected. Angelina's expression became even more serious. She seemed to have never been so nervous.

"Hello……"

Angelina spoke.

"Who are you looking for?"

There was noisy across the street, and a girl asked loudly.

"Who are you……"

Angelina only said two words, but she couldn't continue speaking for a long time.

"Hey, I'll tell you what's wrong with you? Are you talking or not?"

"Hey? You are tmd, don't talk, and I'm wasting my time!"

Doudou...

The busy voice of hanging up came from the phone, but Angelina's tears flowed down. She stood by the window, her mood could not calm down for a long time. The night outside the window was so deep, and the prosperity and confusion of the lights flashed.

My thoughts followed the memories and suddenly returned to the same dark night as the same as the center of a bustling big city. However, at that time, there was no such clean and bright environment around her, and the transparent window in front of her for her to appreciate the night.

It was under a overpass, with endless traffic flowing above. People who had already come out to relax at night, parked their cars by the bridge, got off the car and stood by the guardrail of the bridge and looked at the scenery.

There are young couples with deep affection, those cynical young people, and older couples who are still connected.

She and her sister could only curl up in the corner under the bridge, listening to the gurgling water, hugging each other tightly, fearing the darkness, and even more fearing the homeless people who also lived under the bridge with them.

Among all the homeless people under the bridge, they are the youngest. If their parents had not died accidentally and had no other relatives, how could they have wandered under the bridge at such a young age and lived in the same place with a group of rude homeless people who were drunk and talking dirty jokes loudly.

Above the heads of children of the same age, you can see the bright and shining starry sky, and above her and her sister were the rumbling sound of cars driving over and over. On and under the bridge are two completely different worlds. Every time she and her sister raised their heads in the dead of night, the depths of their eyes were filled with desire.

It was a very dark night, with strong winds whistling, weather reports that there was a typhoon to log in, there were no people coming to walk and see the scenery on the bridge, and even the sound of vehicles whistling over was less.

She suddenly had a fever, maybe because the food she had eaten at night was not clean. She felt her eyes spinning in front of her, holding her body tightly, but she was still too cold to bear it. Her lips kept trembling, and the sound of wind whistling by her ears seemed to be the roar from the devil in hell.

She was so scared that she shed tears. She felt unfortunate for her childhood. The family conditions were not bad, and her parents had decent jobs, but her father's bad gambling was a slight gambling and her mother's lover outside had torn this family into pieces. The most she and her sister had seen in childhood was not that their parents loved each other like their parents, but that endless quarrel. The building was originally warm, but in her and her sister's mind, it should be like a paradise, and she couldn't hold on to the slightest warmth.

At that time, my sister was having a birthday, and because she didn't have pocket money to buy cakes, she made cakes for her sister. The two sisters made a mess in the kitchen. The black things brought out from the oven were not considered cakes at all. They were as hard as stones, but the two sisters were still very happy.

Finally, the father and mother's patience reached the limit. If they chose to divorce in the end, maybe she and her sister would not be so bad. Even if there was no complete home, at least another house could shelter from the wind and rain. But the father and mother chose to die together. On that peaceful night, the father drove his mother with his mother and the two crashed into the lake together.

The father and mother had no relatives and had no friends. The real human relationship was fully demonstrated at that time. The police only informed her and her sister to go to the scene of the car accident to claim the body.

The sister pointed at the body of her parents' white soaked body and suddenly laughed, "Sister, sister, look, does that look like a white bread!"

I looked at my sister in surprise. She was not sad about her parents' death, but instead became as happy as seeing a New Year gift.

My sister's idea was very simple at that time. She had enough of her parents' quarrels, and even more so after each quarrel, she spreads anger on her and herself. Since her parents do not love each other, she should be able to go to heaven now. Heaven is always described as warm and beautiful, and parents should fall in love with each other.

She felt even more uncomfortable when she looked at her younger sister's innocent appearance. Her younger sister might be still young and innocent, so she hoped that her younger sister would continue to think so, at least she would not have to feel sad in the future.

"Yes, but it's like white bread."

But what she didn't expect was that because of the words of her and her sister Tong Yanwuji, the news that the couple had crashed into the lake and drowned was enough to be gossiped about in the newspaper for a while. In addition, their words and the smile on their faces at that time were caught by the news media reporters and marked with the smile from the devil girl.

Because of this, the welfare home that could have taken in them and refused to accept them, and those families who were determined to adopt them could not accept it, thinking that adopting such two children would bring misfortune to their families.

My father owed too much debt. My mother didn't just want to have a lover to have sex. The milk and bread she and her sister ate every day were provided by her mother's very old lover. Perhaps her mother didn't love them at all, but she almost drove her crazy because life almost drove her crazy. As the father of Original Sin, she didn't love them. She was controlled by the greedy devil and kept losing a lot of money at the gambling table. Even the house they lived in was taken away by the bank for auction.

On that night before the typhoon, when she thought she was going to heaven to see her parents' "white bread", she felt a small hand holding her hand tightly, and she felt a drop of cold tears falling on her cheek. Her sister was not as happy as she saw her parents' bodies, but said with sadness: "Sister, don't leave me behind. The night here is too dark and too cold. I'm afraid... Sister, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"
Chapter completed!